Hey! Updating! So, I had the first part written forever ago, but had writers' block as too what else to write. Then I found the scene Rach had written for the scene where--Well, you'll see. It's after the divider. I did edit it a lot Sorry! But I want you to know that her's was totally amazing, and actually way better then mine. But it was written before the movie and landing scenes, so some of it had to be totally torn away. But I tried to keep it close! So this is both me and my co-author writing. Which hasn't happened since Roger and the condom garbage can.
Have I told you guys about garbage cans? Moral of my story: Garbage doesn't like to be conformed, man.
So, staying up and on the computer until 1 O'Clock with my anti-pookie. Who wrote What You Own. Just incase you forgot her awesomeness.
Oh! Contest date....uh...Don't have one quite yet. If I get a particularly awesome review, I'll name them as winner when I next update. I realized I'm way to ADHD for deadlines, but I will try to set some up for the contests, I swear. Just to tell everyone, since I forgot when I PMed the last winner, it doesn't have to be about RENT. It has to be about something I know though, so just ask if you want a different fanfic for your prize. I will be happy to oblige. =]
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Fae's POV

The movie, as predicted, was an English subtitle. As to plot...There was a family of vampires in China and the youngest were in their twenties, and might not be vampires after all. Blah blah blah. And the girl decided to lose her virginity. Don't ask me to give any details. I don't remember much of the movie.

"Bored?" Lucas whispered, taking my hand calmly, almost as if it was already a habit.

"Are you?"

He ignored my question. "There are always other things to do if you're bored." His body was closer now. I could feel the heat radiating off of his body. I shifted slightly, watching him with a smile.

"Oh?" I asked.

"Well, if you're not bored, I guess I shouldn't bother you..." He said, leaning back into his seat. Without his hovering, my body was suddenly cold. I moved over, and whined in his ear.

"I'm booooored."

He looked at me in shock. "That was really cute." He said. Before I got a chance to respond, Lucas leaned in, capturing my lips in his. In a few seconds, we had started where we left off on the landing of the stairway, one tongues fighting for dominance. He pulled away slightly, a grin on his face. "You don't like the movie?"

The movie? What movie? Oh, was that what that noise was in the background? I had lost what was going on in the movie, and I didn't get a chance to catch up. He caught my face in his hands, and brought it up for another kiss. The hand-rest was cutting into my skin, and I glanced down in annoyance. The light from the movie must have been enough for him to catch my expression. He pulled away once again, only long enough to shove the armrest up. "Convenient." I mumbled, as his arms pulled me over to hi, and our lips locked once again.

I was practically in his lap by the end of the movie. Apparently, someone had gotten a little...excited. We pulled apart and I moved back tow my seat. We were both gasping for breath, even as the lights came up. I glanced around. Everyone else in the theater looked either bored or was too busy making out to notice anything. "You planned this, didn't you?" I accused.

"Not exactly." He said, guiltily.

"Not exactly?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I didn't expect you to be so cute when you're embarrassed." I blushed, and Lucas looked satisfied. "If you hadn't been, you might know how the movie ends."

"The horror!" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. He laughed and took my hand, pulling me out of my seat. "Where are we heading?"

Putting a finger to his lips, he whispered, "It's a secret."

I giggled. "Are you taking me out to eat?" He stared at me.

"How'd you know?" He asked.

"A movie and dinner? It's a cliché!" I paused. That didn't sound right. "I mean...dinner and a movie. Dinner and a movie is cliché." I paused again, thinking it over, then nodded to myself.

"Is that a bad thing?" He asked, looking completely confused yet concerned about what I thought about his plans. I let go of his hand, and looped my arm through his.

"I love clichés." I whispered in his ear. He laughed, and led me out of he theater and down the street.

*****

"We should do this again sometime." Lucas said as we walked up the stairs to the loft. I couldn't help the blush that crept across my cheeks.

"Yeah, that sounds...fun." Fun? Oh my God. What am I, five? I tried to stay casual, despite the blunder. I had had a few misgivings during dinner, and I tried to hide my excitement in the fact he still wanted to go out again. Key word being 'tried'. I opened the door behind me as I spoke. "Do you want to come in for a bit?"

Lucas didn't reply. He just stood there and stared. At first I thought he was staring at me, then I realized he was staring over my shoulder. I turned to see what he was looking at.

For a second, I remained confused. All I saw was the back of Rogers head. He was sitting in an awkward position on the couch, his back towards us. Then it dawned on me that there was someone on the couch under him.

Someone named Mark Cohen.

My jaw slackened and my eyes grew wide. It probably looked pretty comical actually, but the situation was far from.

Roger was in Mark's lap, straddling his hips, as they macked like a couple of hormonal teenagers. I could only watching in horror as he started to slide his hands up Mark's shirt. I swear this guy was hornier then the jocks from my old school. And that was saying something.

I heard Lucas start to chuckle quietly under his breath, and my brain kicked back into gear.

"There's nothing to see here!" I shouted. After my blunder earlier, I bet your surprised at my amazing tact. Yeah, I thought so. I pushed Lucas back out the door, moving to follow him. I turned to close the door behind us, but not before getting one last glance at the couch. Roger had gone sprawling across it--Most likely Mark heard me shout, and had shoved Roger out of his lap. Mark was sitting there, and I could see his face for the first time since I had opened the door. His has was completely messed up, and his face was flushed from a combination of excitement and embarrassment. His glasses were askew-So much so that they were completely on the wrong part of his face.

With one final death glare, I slammed the door. They would be hearing about this later.

"Stupid horny uncle." I muttered angrily.

Lucas laughed. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, I guess." He said.

"Yeah, I guess." I said, nervously. I wondered if he would kiss me after Mark and Roger's little display. It occured to me that we hadn't had a simple kiss. Each kiss had been...well, way to close to becoming more then just a kiss.

"Well...Bye." Lucas said, then he turned and walked down the stairs. I couldn't blame him, since I hadn't really told him Mark and Roger were together, then he found out like...that.

I turned back to the door, and took a deep breath.

Worse way to end a date, ever.